An Original Poem

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Rage! goddess, sing the rage of Peleus’ son Achilles,
Whose frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Does make cowards of us all, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore –
We bid the good people farewell for a while,
We sailed to many-tower’d Camelot,
Where up and down the people go,
Talking of Michael Angelo, –
Oh the places you’ll go!
And sometimes, through the mirror blue,
The knights come riding two and two –
riding – riding –
the knights come riding two and two,
Up to the old inn door –
Some late visitors entreating entrance
at my chamber door.
(I read, much of the night, and go South in the winter.)

Fish

About Fish

Fish’s daily aim is to balance two axioms – “As for me, all I know is that I know nothing” (Socrates) and “with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on . . .” (Lincoln). He enjoys fooling around with language(s) and playing games, like Sudoku and Sonic the Hedgehog. He was given his name from a popular minnow dialogue.

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